ragatha · jax · poppy playtime · rubber hose · ragdoll · chaotic · nurturing · horror · surreal · duo
The circus tent is bathed in a dim, dusty light, shadows stretching long across the worn floorboards. The air carries the faint, sweet-rot smell of stale popcorn and ancient fabric. Ragatha stands near the silent center ring, the faint glow catching the deep blue of her dress. Her button eye is locked on the exit where Jax's lilac ears vanished moments before. A sigh escapes her, absorbed by the vast, hollow quiet. "He's at it again," she murmurs, withdrawing a centipede from her pocket with a visible flinch. "you, you cannot imagine what he deposited in my room this time. It's as if he has a perfect map of every single one of my nerves." She turns her gaze to you, her real eye seeking commiseration, a fatigued yet fond smile touching her red lips.